"This ability is lifelong and can instantly cleanse any chosen target from inside out, leaving not a trace of impurity. No one will notice anything amiss, yet all will instinctively credit you for the purity. To activate, simply place your hand on the target and silently chant 'Cleanse' in your mind."
"Speaking of which…" Kagura, pondering Hayasaka's menstrual cycle, inquired of the system, "Can it purify a uterus shedding its lining or a birth canal filled with menstrual blood?"
"Trust in the system's prowess. Even the Earth itself could be cleansed in an instant."
"…Damn." Kagura's mind roared with awe, and within the mental space, he waved dismissively. "Alright, system, you're dismissed."
With that, his consciousness returned to reality. Noticing Hayasaka preparing to rinse her mouth, Kagura beckoned her with a gesture. "Hayasaka, come here a moment."
"…What orders do you have, my indolent young master?"
Hayasaka wiped her lips with a damp cloth, discarded it, and approached, offering a slight curtsy.
"Give me your hand."
Kagura swallowed a torrent of retorts, restraining himself.
"Are you planning to sever my hand?"
"What, you think I'm Jing Ke?" Kagura extended his left hand. "Come, hold it."
Instead, Hayasaka raised her right hand higher, teasing, "Here, paw."
Kagura obediently lifted his hand to grasp hers.
"Well done, good pup."
With a poker face, Hayasaka nodded approvingly, tousling his hair twice.
Kagura's mind filled with ellipses. Gazing at her delicate hand, he clasped it tightly and thought, *Cleanse!*
Suddenly, he realized how to use the [Absolute Focus] item. Fortuitously, acquiring [Cleanse] made [Absolute Focus] applicable today; otherwise, it might have remained unused.
"Hayasaka, take off your panties."
"…"
At Kagura's words, Hayasaka's expression shifted, her disdain deepening.
"Off," Kagura repeated, squeezing her hand. "Show me that tampon."
"Your proclivities are truly…"
"Do it, quick, let me see!"
"…"
Resigned, Hayasaka withdrew her hand. Instead of removing her panties, she lifted her skirt, slid the fabric aside, parted her legs, and gently tugged the tampon's string, revealing…
Wait, where's the blood?
"Oh my, it seems my cycle has concluded today," Hayasaka remarked, twirling the nearly pristine tampon. "Thanks to you, I presume."
"Then, Hayasaka, hurry and—"
Kagura began to gesture for her to "sit on my face," but before she could respond, his door was pounded twice with a forceful *thud thud!* Eriri's sharp voice pierced through immediately after.
"Are you two up?! Open the damn door, you doll-faced woman!"
Hayasaka subtly adjusted her panties back into place, slipped the tampon into her maid skirt's side pocket, shrugged at Kagura, and headed for the door.
"Damn…"
Kagura, exasperated, sat upright against the headboard. Hayasaka grabbed two alcohol wipes, dabbing her lips discreetly before opening the door, half-covering her mouth. "What are your orders, Miss Eriri?"
"Ugh…" Eriri pushed the door, but her strength was no match for Hayasaka's. The door didn't budge, and Hayasaka's expression remained impassive. Frustrated, Eriri glared up at her. "You two are heading to that idiot's place, right?"
"Well… unless the young master changes his plans, that is correct."
Hayasaka spoke cautiously, shielding her breath from Eriri's face, wary of any lingering scent from Kagura's essence. Unbeknownst to her, [Cleanse] had rendered her purer than a sterile chamber—no trace of odor remained.
"I didn't get to ask last night. You're seriously going?"
Eriri leaned against the door, tiptoeing to peer inside, but the crimson curtains around Kagura's bed obscured whether he was awake.
"I have no authority to decide. It's all up to the young master."
"Hey, you deadbeat brother, you awake?"
Eriri itched to hurl a shoe at him.
Annoyed by her interruption, Kagura drawled irritably, "What? Even if I wasn't, your shouting would've woken me."
"I'm asking, are you really going?" Eriri shoved the door again, to no avail, and finally snapped at Hayasaka, "Move."
"…After you."
Hayasaka dipped her head, stepping back to open the door.
Eriri stormed to Kagura's bedside, sniffing lightly. No odd smells.
"What, we can't go?"
Seeing Eriri's sidelong glare, Kagura shot back, equally irked.
"I just think it's pointless. I've got tons of galge at my place. If you want to play, come over anytime. Why bother trekking to that cramped, otaku-stinking room for 'lessons'?"
"Your points are valid, but you're an otaku yourself, hypocrite!"
"We're talking about *his* room, not me!"
"Ugh, here they go again."
Hayasaka eased the door shut, gliding "invisibly" to the en-suite bathroom, where a dual-sink vanity awaited.
"Might as well have some fun. Getting out's nice sometimes."
Kagura stretched, invigorated from a restful night, no system check-in needed.
"When are you back?"
Eriri perched on his bed, crossing her legs with a *snap*.
"Dunno… before evening?"
"That long?"
"What, you miss me?"
"Miss you, my ass! Stay gone forever—get spirited away by the cherry blossom gods on Detective Slope!"
"Spirited away…"
Kagura's lips twitched. Mention of Detective Slope conjured the cherry blossom-lined path near Aki's house, in full bloom these days—a perfect spot for viewing.
"What time's the meetup?"
"Ten, but being late's fine. If I don't show or call, he'd wait all day."
"Really? Count me in, then."
Eriri turned, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"No way. That tiny, stinky room's no place for four people. You want to go to *his* room?"
"No chance! Are you kidding?"
Eriri nearly slapped him, inwardly fuming: *I'm just worried you and that doll girl might do something, so I need to interfere—no, supervise!*
"Then shut it and wait," Kagura said, ruffling her head. She swatted his hand away, and he rubbed his stinging knuckles, blowing on them. "If you go, you'd drag Sora along, right? Leaving her behind's cruel, but bringing her? Three ultimate beauties in Aki's bedroom? What kind of nonsense is that?"
"Ul… ultimate beauties?!"
Eriri's face flushed, hands cupping her cheeks as she peeked at him through her fingers.
"Yeah, so just wait."
"…Fine, no choice," Eriri mumbled, poking his cheek, dimpling it. "Come back early."
"Got it."
"Stay safe."
"Got it."
"Anything happens, call me."
"Alright, that's more like a sister."
"I *am* your sister!"
Eriri grabbed his hand and bit down hard.
"Ow, damn!"
Kagura nearly leapt off the bed.
At 9:48 a.m., driven by Miss Hayasaka Nao, Kagura arrived at Aki Tomoya's doorstep. Expecting to ring the bell, he found Aki eagerly waiting, neck craned.
Nao parked, stepped out, and opened the rear door, bowing. "Please take care, sir."
Kagura alighted, locking eyes with Aki. "Morning."
"Morning… Do you have to make such a grand entrance just for my place?" Aki muttered, exasperated.
Kagura wore a light linen casual shirt over a plain beige T-shirt, loose nine-inch trousers, and simple brown sneakers, exuding effortless charm. Aki, in contrast, sported a cheap, pilling dark tracksuit—navy crewneck and baggy black drawstring pants—paired with nerdy black-framed glasses, looking increasingly shabby.
"If I wanted grand, I wouldn't come alone." Kagura kissed Nao's cheek lightly, whispering, "Thanks, head back now."
"Oh, my… Have fun, sir."
Nao touched her faintly flushed cheek, chuckling as she closed the door and returned to the driver's seat.
"Ugh…" Aki, witnessing the kiss, turned away awkwardly. "I can't tell if I should mock the decadent bourgeoisie or the flamboyant aristocracy."
"Call it the decadent, flamboyant bourgeois-aristocracy."
"Argh! Stop taunting me, a broke otaku slaving away for merch!"
"I'm holding back already."
"Ugh, I should just die. Can I die real quick?"
Aki pointed at the cherry blossom tree across from his house.
Kagura nodded cheerfully.
In that moment, he swore he heard Aki's glasses crack.
Nao drove off, and Kagura stood at Aki's doorstep. "Waiting for Hayasaka here?"
"Obviously! She's the main heroine! Two guys waiting for her is only fitting!"
"…Makes sense."
Kagura smirked, recalling Hayasaka swallowing his essence that morning, hand over her mouth.
"Right?!" Aki clasped his hands like a nun praying, gazing skyward dreamily. "Is she primping right now? Or dining elegantly at a white-clothed table? No matter how late, I'll wait!"
"…"
Kagura had no retort, though Aki's musings weren't far from Hayasaka's routine.
Five minutes later, a red sedan carrying Hayasaka Ai pulled up. Her usual school driver, a maid in a dashing butler's suit with a short ponytail, opened the door and helped her out with a practiced hand.
"Wow…"
Aki's eyes gleamed.
Hayasaka's side-swept bangs were braided like wheat, her usual side ponytail loose over her shoulders. Her padded C-cup filled a school-style blouse, its ink-green ribbon tied in a graceful bow, revealing a glimpse of delicate collarbone and the crystal-gold necklace Kagura gifted her. A sleek brown calfskin satchel hung from her right shoulder, and her black pleated skirt was elegant, though her 40D matte black stockings stole the show.
Kagura itched to tear them.
She glanced dismissively at Aki, then, spotting Kagura, her face lit up with a warm smile and a curtsy. "Good morning, Sawamura. It's rare to see you on a weekend."
*—Looking quite dapper for a dog, aren't you, Lord Kagura?*
"Hey, morning," Kagura nodded, clicking his tongue approvingly. "First time seeing you in casual clothes. Suits you—cute."
"Oh, you flatter me~" Hayasaka offered a rehearsed shy smile, then turned to Aki, her warmth fading. "Morning."
"Oof, just one word for me… But that's fine! A main heroine needs that aloofness—can't be all smiles and sweet talk with every guy!"
"I'm still unclear on what a 'main heroine' does."
"No worries, I'm not sure either. Let's have a proper 'lesson' today."
Kagura winked at her, his words laced with subtext.
"Mm!"
Hayasaka nodded eagerly, always giving Kagura face in public, saving their playful jabs for private.
"So why do I feel like a third wheel?"
"It's not a feeling—you *are*."
"Please, Lord Kagura, spare me the finishing blow…"
They entered, removing shoes. Aki politely averted his gaze as Hayasaka slipped off her heels, her black-stockinged feet subtly sensual. She caught Kagura's stare, shooting him a faint glare and a soft huff.
*—Nice legs, nice feet! So alluring!*
*—Lord Kagura's foot fetish is something else…*
Aki adjusted his glasses, stepping onto the floor. "Today, I'll engrave the essence of 'moe' into your very bones! Prepare yourselves!"
"Oh, right, thanks for treating me last time, Sawamura."
"No big deal~"
"Listen to me, you two!" Aki clutched his head in frustration, then sighed. "Whatever, follow me. Room's upstairs. And Hayasaka, as the main heroine, don't just waltz into any guy's house or room like this."
"Mm…"
Hayasaka trailed Aki, Kagura behind her.
As they climbed the stairs, Aki prattled on, ignored by Hayasaka and unheard by Kagura, who had a more pressing task: stealthily lifting Hayasaka's skirt.
He'd done this countless times growing up, especially to the household maids. But today was different—Hayasaka's black stockings made it irresistible.
Stockings over panties were a treasure of humanity!
Her panties, not light-colored but a daring black-and-deep-purple blend with minimal fabric, peeked out as he flicked up her skirt. Her round, stockinged hips swayed with each step, the panties' sensual twist beneath the sheer fabric captivating.
Every boy dreams of glimpsing a beauty's rear on stairs—or an OL in a tight skirt. Teenage fantasies often involve lifting skirts and pressing close, just as Kagura did now.
Hayasaka ascended nonchalantly, while Kagura, skirt raised, pressed his face to her hips, rubbing fervently. The scant panties left much of her buttocks and thighs tantalizingly visible through the stockings, their premium texture evident. Kagura was determined to rip them.
Hayasaka gripped the railing, inwardly numb. Glancing back with a slight frown, she itched to halt and kick him.
*—This cycle's timing was awful. The young master's pent-up desire, unable to indulge in my core, must be unbearable… Fine, I'll indulge him a bit. I do adore him.*
"Ahh~"
Kagura reveled, grinding his face against her elastic, stockinged hips, inhaling deeply at her fragrant juncture.
If only he had a [Time Stop] item, he'd pause and ravish Hayasaka now.
As Aki reached the door, about to turn, Hayasaka finally smacked Kagura's head with a *slap*.
Kagura reluctantly withdrew, bringing his hand—fresh from her hips—to his nose for a deep sniff.
Hayasaka, embarrassed but steely, maintained her poised smile.
*—Lord Kagura… such a lech… though I knew that already.*
"Ahem, come in. It's a bit messy."
Aki opened the door, propping it against the wall and gesturing inside.
Hayasaka nodded silently, entering, Kagura bounding up the steps to follow.
"Otaku Aki, your room is *peak* otaku…"
Kagura surveyed the space from the doorway. Posters of 2D girls plastered the shelves, at least twenty figurines lined a glass case, and the bookcase held no textbooks—only stacks of light novels. An old LCD TV faced the bed, flanked by shelves of anime Blu-rays, opened on the left, sealed on the right. Exaggerated, to say the least.
"That's like saying 'beautiful girls are beautiful' or 'hot drinks are hot,' right?" Aki quipped, closing the door.
"I'm not well-versed in this. Please guide us today, Sawamura."
Hayasaka said, pulling a folded picnic blanket from her satchel.
"Uh… I'm the lecturer here," Aki said, pointing to himself, then the blanket. "Hayasaka, what's that?"
"As you see, a picnic blanket."
Hayasaka unfurled it, spreading it neatly by the window.
"I know it's a blanket, but… why bring it? Planning a picnic here?"
"Girls prefer not to be too blunt…" Hayasaka knelt gracefully, beckoning Kagura and patting the spot beside her. "Sawamura, please, sit here."
"Thanks." Kagura shook his head at Aki, patting his shoulder and whispering, "She brought it to avoid touching your floor directly."
"My room's *that* dirty?!"
Aki pushed his glasses up, mortified.
"Who knows what's on a single, teenage otaku's floor?"
"I-I-I don't know what you're implying!"
Kagura shrugged, flashing a "see ya" gesture, and sat beside Hayasaka. Unlike her prim, upright kneel, he lounged—left leg extended, right tucked, left hand on the floor, back against Aki's bedframe.
To his left, a low wooden table held an unopened barley tea bottle and three upturned glasses. Seeing them settled, Aki hurried to pour the tea.
"Alright, let's play this! My parents are traveling, not back till tomorrow night!"
Aki brandished a disc, rambling about its historical significance.
"Sounds good. Start it."
Kagura pointed at the TV.
Aki inserted the disc, clapped twice, and offered the wireless controller to Kagura. "Who's taking it?"
"You hold it. You play and explain," Hayasaka answered for Kagura.
"Oh… right! Man, it's rare someone wants my commentary. My old otaku pals always said I spoil too much, too annoying."
Aki eagerly took the controller, sitting to their left, separated by the table.
"Here we go, Start… Enter a name… Any suggestions?"
As Aki began, his glasses reflecting the screen's flicker, Kagura seized the moment, staring at him and thinking, *Aki Tomoya, Absolute Focus.*
Instantly, a large green pot lid materialized above Aki's head, emblazoned with "Focused."
The system chimed, "Lord Kagura, the Absolute Focus item is permanent. Green indicates extreme focus, yellow high focus, red fatigued focus. It reverts to neutral when colorless. Extreme focus lasts at least one hour."
As consciousness detached, Kagura asked, "Example: how focused is red?"
"An eight-magnitude earthquake wouldn't stop him."
"Got it, dismiss." Returning to his body, Kagura stood, stretched, and opened the window beside Hayasaka. "Ahh, refreshing."
Hayasaka tugged his pant leg, her eyes questioning.
Kagura nodded at the hyper-focused Aki. "That fool's in a trance. A bomb could explode nearby, and he'd keep playing."
"…?"
Hayasaka frowned, puzzled.
"Watch this."
Kagura strode to Aki and kicked his cheek, toppling him.
"Hiss—"
Hayasaka gasped, hands over her face, eyes wide with curiosity.
Aki, unfazed, stared at the TV, scrambled for the controller, and resumed his seat, laughing, "See, this is the opening. We're the protagonist now…"
"…??" Hayasaka, baffled, saw Kagura shrug. Fingertips at her lips, she muttered, "Is he mental?"
"Certifiably."
"So… young master, do I keep acting?"
Hayasaka whispered, hand shielding her mouth.
"Eh, acting's fun, no?"
Kagura smirked smugly.
"…Then I'm done. Acting's a hassle."
Hayasaka dropped her fake smile, rolling her eyes and stretching her legs comfortably.
"Dealing with idiots *is* a chore."
Kagura plopped onto Aki's bed behind him, propping his feet on Aki's shoulders.
"No reaction even to that…? What a freak…" Hayasaka rubbed her forehead, sighing. "But, knowing he's a moron, why drag me here?"
"Tch, blame him, not me." Kagura nudged Aki's head with his heel. "He's the one who pegged you as his main heroine. Smitten at first sight."
"Hey, listen, isn't this BGM perfect? You'll have to compose for us, Lord Kagura…"
Aki, head kicked, kept commentating.
"…I see, jealous?" Hayasaka spread the blanket on Aki's bed, sitting with legs crossed. "Didn't think you'd care about trifles. Not to brag, but I'm fairly attractive. Plenty of boys at school crush on me. If you're jealous of them all, you'd need a vinegar vat stretching from Earth to the moon."
"Jealous? Nah, I know his deal. You're *mine*, my possession. Bringing you here's just to indulge a mischievous whim."
"Boys obsess over the silliest things… Here, take this."
Hayasaka leaned back, fished a small box from her satchel, and slapped it onto Kagura's lap—a 12-pack of Okamoto 003 condoms.
"Holy…" Kagura inspected it, noting the fresh date, unopened. Glancing at Hayasaka, who looked out the window feigning nonchalance, she said, "You produce too much; it'd spill inside and make a mess here. Wear one today. And… I'm not doing it in this room."
"That one sentence alone got my cock standing, you know."
Kagura shook the box, never having used one or known how.
"In short, because this Aki idiot sees me as his dream girl, you want to claim me near him while he's engrossed in his game? Dare I ask if you've watched too much AV?"
"…How'd you guess?"
"As a professional maid, I prepare for every possibility, including sating the carnal urges of a lewd beast like you, who only licks my pussy and cums."
Hayasaka flipped to her feet, tossing her hair coolly, extending a hand with a cold stare. "Not here. I don't want to do it in front of another guy, even if he's oblivious."
"Relax, I wasn't planning to do it in his room."
Kagura offered his right hand.
"Phew, good. If you picked up weirder kinks, that'd be a headache."
Hayasaka, relieved, took his hand, starting for the door.
But Kagura pulled her toward the window, stiffening her. She grabbed the blanket, reluctantly following to the balcony.
Hayasaka spread the blanket on the floor, both shoeless. Kagura set a 50-minute timer on his phone, calculating from the system's one-hour focus duration. For those 50 minutes, Aki would be utterly absorbed, narrating to thin air, no matter what they did outside.
Aki's home was a two-story standalone house, surrounded by similar residences. The balcony was spacious, its solid cement wall—reaching Hayasaka's ribs—lacking gaps, unlike railings.
*Swish—* Kagura drew the navy blackout curtains tightly, stepped out, and shut the glass door. He plopped onto a folding stool left on the balcony. At exactly 1.8 meters tall, sitting made him invisible behind the wall.
Hayasaka saw through his plan, cupping her face with mock sobs, then parting her fingers to glare. "Lord Kagura, did you scout this spot beforehand?"
"Don't slander me."
Kagura pointed to the patch before him. Resigned, Hayasaka complied, standing with her back to the wall, feet together, leaning slightly, arms resting on the relatively clean edge, murmuring casually, "When you lifted my skirt on the stairs and rubbed your face on my ass, don't *ever* do that to other girls. You'd get slapped and hauled to the police."
"I wouldn't do that to just anyone…"
*Clap, clap, clap…* Hayasaka deadpanned, "I'm relieved you've got *some* judgment, but you're missing the point. It's not 'not to everyone,' it's 'not to *anyone*.'"
"Not even my favorite maid?"
Kagura hugged her legs, leaning to nuzzle her skirt.
"How old are you, still playing skirt-lifting games with maids…"
Hayasaka didn't answer directly, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his head, letting him rub her thighs.
"Seventeen—the prime age for curiosity about what's under maid skirts."
Kagura pressed against the triangle at her thigh roots through her skirt, inhaling deeply.
"Your stamina's absurd. I thought that first night of my cycle would drain you for days. Truly a randy monkey."
"Not a dog?" As he spoke, Hayasaka pinched his ear. "Both. Pick one—or be both, if you want."
"I'll stick with dog. I love licking."
"…" Hayasaka's lip twitched. Lifting her skirt, she enveloped his head, scoffing, "Very well, my dear foolish pup, savor it slowly~ Your beloved maid's hairless honeyed slit is right before you."
But Kagura only sniffed deeply twice before ducking out, standing, and pinning her against the wall with hands on either side.
Hayasaka, in sync, covered her face, eyeing him coolly, voice muffled. "Planning to kiss me?"
"…Can't I?"
Kagura rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"This morning, my mouth was full of your cum… I brushed and rinsed, but…"
"Don't care."
Kagura knew [Cleanse]'s power, but even without it, he wouldn't mind her lips after she'd serviced him. How could he reject her mouth?
"Fine, truth is," Hayasaka said, left hand on her face, right waving dismissively, "your face was all over my ass and under my skirt. Kissing now feels wrong—timing and mood are all off."
"You talk too damn much!"
Kagura yanked her left hand from her mouth, interlocking their fingers, and kissed her fiercely.
Soon, Hayasaka released his hands, draping her arms over his shoulders. Kagura's hands found new tasks, slipping under her skirt to knead her silken, stockinged hips, tracing the slightly raised panty seams, toying freely. His left hand gripped her rear, his right slid to her front, rubbing her sensitive spot, making her breaths grow erratic. Yet her tongue sought his more eagerly, pressing her soft lips to his, parting and closing.
*Rip—*
Kagura tore a small slit in her stockings at the crotch. Taut when worn, the fabric split into a long gash, revealing her seductive black-and-purple panties. The skin beneath contrasted slightly with the exposed area, both dazzlingly fair, even the flesh near her slit bearing only a tempting pink. Kagura lifted her skirt, his fingertips slipping under the panty's edge, diving toward her abdomen.
His wrist grazed the lascivious tattoo barring her climax, fingers kneading her tender flesh, giving him a profound sense of utter dominion over her.
And it wasn't just a sense—he truly held Hayasaka in his complete control.